Souluminosity
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i don't have an aura
I don’t have an aura I am incandescent, heated be sheer willpower to push through these walls always caving in on me, I sit at my lab, scientific method pouring through my fingertips, realizing that every question always leads back to another question. Why does life seem superficial? How can something so temporary, satisfy a soul searching for an ocean’s worth of depth?
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Adamant Exhaustion
Sorry for my jittery eyes laced with billowy tears , When I said I was tired I meant more than missing sleep, My feelings have been finicky lately and my thoughts are earsplitting How barbarous can my mind be to convince me that my essence is repulsive to everyone who breathes my air A sweltering flurry of emotions isn't enough, my mind makes my bones convulse, break, and turn to dust. I can only hope that when my stardust turns to a being already thought of, that venomous quandaries don't keep them up at night when they should be shining instead of dimming.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Tuck me in
Universe, I’m getting tired again, will you tuck me in for a nap, tell me everything will be better when I wake up? Tell me this is just another pin on the map to my destiny? Tell me that my willpower is more than a slippery slope to the death of my dreams? Will you tell me that, when I break down, these tears form a stream to deliver the message in the bottle from my higher self to tell me this is all a presentation. A play. A movie. A blip in time. And that soon, these wages will wage war against the baggage I was made to carry. And when the sword strikes for the last time, I will understand that these grievances are really gifts not meant to be unwrapped yet.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Equilibrium
I’ve come to realize that maybe I don’t dislike people, I’m scared of them. I don’t know where the end of self and the beginning of them should coincide. When there is a restless energy, my soul begins to shiver. It does not know that our two souls are separate. So when our timetable quakes and I am thrown beneath it while the other spirit isn’t, I feel disconnected. And when that soul decides to crash this jet because of an unfit passenger, the jets within me crash too. I can not separate an event outside from one inside, and this is where my cursor on a blank page begins. To put some of the inside into the outside and maybe they can find equilibrium in the atmosphere.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
- Top Story - April 2022
How far can your soul expand? What if it was made of clay?
The debate in my mind is between two sides who both lose. How do I make my family proud, when even my big wins are shrunken in my mind? The ratio of applause to disappointment is far too uneven. How do I stitch together my life in a way where it isn't always ripping at the seams from being so overwhelmed.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Longevity